Beautiful Pain - 2 Chainz, Lloyd, Ma$e

Niggas studying shawty know what a hundred do

Actually the nigga backing me is right in front of you

Raising a daughter sometimes depending what her father do

Niggas stunt on you, front on you

Niggas can’t even ball but bunt on you, them niggas lame

I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain, dickhead

By the time you get that

I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack

Her lips and her hips thick

My boxers are covered in her lipstick

Her pussy fat but ain’t good, so that’s a misprint

I’m a misfit, I did it and beyond

Shiny watch look like the old Diddy on my arm

Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada

Run this rap shit, I got stamina

You an amateur, I aim at 'cha, I bang at 'cha, hope a plane hit 'cha

Fuck you and whoever came witcha

Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha

Like a tattoo of a framed picture

Of a dead homie, maybe a family member

I got some gambling scriputres like um

Scared money don’t make no money

Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me

Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking

I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

Shamon.

hm-mmm

You talk about hurting try washing clothes with no detergent

Daddy deserted so now we syrup sandwich serving

Dreaming we had a furnace so cold sleeping on the curtains

What can I say it got me highly motivated, mama two job working

But now the companies are merging

Need a two week notice before they say don’t need your service

I’m too young to have burdens, but still feel I should be further

But who I’m I kidding I had bridges but I just burned them

My mama need earnings, ain’t had no time I had learning

Call me a hypocrite, backslider, you name it I done heard it

The way they speak of me you think I’m already murdered

It’s hard to be laid back, my haters so assertive, but

I gave my life up, I gave my rights up

I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up

I gave my vice up and every club that lights up

And this is were the intern with no perm lights up

You don’t see my pain

I guess it’s beautiful pain

It gotta be beautiful pain

Sometime you don’t gotta say much

Life is a game of inches

Every move leads to something better

There is no time to play the benches

Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever

I’ll be the man or I rather die